interpreted as constituting at least a technical violation of Subteer Usaakâs weapons policy.â
After pausing to take another swallow directly from the bottle, McCoy said, âYouâd think so, wouldnât you? But I wasnât the one who smuggled the sword into the feast. Besides, Spock, you have to remember how the Capellans think about weapons. To a Capellan warrior, a sword is a weapon. A dagger or a kligat is a weapon. But a little gray cylinder that doesnât even have a cutting edge . . . well, thatâs a lightningbeast of a whole different color.â
âIndeed. But how did you determine the appropriate dosage?â
âIâm a doctor,â McCoy said, slightly nettled by the question. âI made my best guess.â
âWere there any lingering aftereffects?â
âWell, Doctor Wieland diagnosed me with a second concussion, if thatâs what you mean. And when I came to in my tent the next morning, I had a sore hip and a bad sprain in my right wrist.â
âI was referring to the Capellan warrior you anesthetized,â Spock clarified, as though lecturing an obtuse cadet.
âHuuk came through that little misunderstanding like a champ. You know from firsthand experience how tough the Capellans can be, Spock. Itâs damned difficult to kill a Capellan on purpose, much less by accident.â
Spockâs curiosity overcame his reticence. âAccording to my understanding of Capellan courtship customs, Huuk was required to try to kill anyone who accepted an offering of food from a closely related Capellan female.â
Nodding, McCoy said, âHis sister, in this case. Because I accepted Jeenâs token, I was obliged to accept Huukâs.â
âThe âgift of combat,â â Spock said, his words colored by an understated yet obvious feeling of distaste.
âOh, come on, Spock. Youâre a fine one to talk. I was one of the groomsmen at your wedding, remember? You Vulcans can swing sharp objects with the best of âem.â
âVulcans take no pleasure in such things,â Spock said.
Realizing he might have gone a little too far, McCoy tried for a graceful backpedal. âPoint taken, Spock. Sorry.â
âGiven the length of your stay on Capella IV, I am surprised that you and Lieutenant Plait were so inadequately prepared for indigenous social situations,â Spock said, neatly sidestepping both the insult and the apology.
With a shrug that offered no excuses, McCoy said, âSometimes we humans have to learn these things the hard way.â
âAnd what became of Lieutenant Plait?â
âFortunately for him, Huuk had also had a fair amount to drink that night,â McCoy said. âEnough to blot most of the eveningâs unpleasantness from his memory.â
Spock nodded. âAlcohol-induced amnesia.â
McCoy took another swallow from his bottle as he prepared to deliver the next portion of his narrative.
âYeah,â he said. âLucky bastard.â
Nine
CAPELLA IV
Stardate 813.8 (November 16, 2254)
The twin suns had already risen by the time McCoy exited the small tent that the landing party used both as a lab and as a makeshift storage depot. Although Lieutenants Plait and Girard both continued to make considerable use of the cramped space to perform their ongoing analysis of the planetâs geological potential, McCoy was coming to realize that he preferred to work in his own tent. Heâd noticed weeks earlier that Doctor Wieland had been avoiding the work tent as well, probably for much the same reason.
Stacks of boxes sat gathering dust in that tent, a galling reminder that the medical aspect of the Alpha Aurigae mission was on a slow glide path to certain failure. An abundance of perfectly serviceable medical supplies lay neglected and ignored, unused for no better reason than the indulgence of a warrior societyâs ingrained superstitions and
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